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Story the Second:
The Horses of Helios

If you could stand at the eastern edge of the world just as the night gives
way to dawn, you would hear a most glorious, joyous singing. It’s coming from
the horses pulling Helios’ chariot into the morning sky. The Chariot of the
Sun! Illuminating earth and field and town and every animal and bird with
light and warmth and hope! I urge you to do it one day. Don’t put it off just
because you think by the time you’ve walked that far east you’re actually now
so nearly halfway round the globe that you’re coming round again from the
West; that’s not how it worked back then, when Helios took the reins and
started his daily journey round the earth. The earth, back then, was flat,

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